Luyện nghe bài hát No City

For want of a nail the was lost
For want of a the horse was lost
For want of a horse the was lost
For of a rider the battle was lost
For of a battle the kingdom was lost
And all for the of a horseshoe..

There is a hole in front of the
Shovel in of the brawn
Six billion gorillas for whom the graves
Each with his days to choose his tool of trade
Duelin blades that a cruel charade and fuel the flames

Few clue the crew into the civil
Skip the food and land you the man
who flew the over the pit-bulls
back, flashin and compassion
And now I don't this
Sat beneath an and jagged a nautical season

And I will stop the violence more than I was Pontious
Cops and robbers by the thoughts of noxious sirens
'A' as in you figure all man equal no brainer
Take at his friends and dedicate 'er

Moms raised the babies through a very churchy
Sunday mornings reinforce the waiting to Hades
Any brazen but infernal-bound now
For when a man of has said his wrongs and when in doubt, doubt

The punishment should fit the reasons you punish him
Never skin or pull the colored rugs from under them
Two opposing mother shall not employ the gunners deck
'Cause brotherhoods of public good do not the unctuous
And you. observe and have the givetheth
To the away decide to maketh his day (do it)
All the stubborn glowin a coal host
To where he coulda stood easily in the tub jugglin

No mountain too
No too far
No too night
No tomorrow
No too live
No too charged
No treaty too
No too guard

I picked the phone up with a grown-up approach
crawlin off the drawl and now I claw the awkward tone-em
I'd it wasn't roses
But hoped it was less
Coastin to the focus of the diagnosis
homes, the barnacles that chew upon the flesh of man
Have clued the suitor was capital to a beggar sand
And uncomfortably. sung a legacy of gluttony
With that burrow like hunters into the blood in meat
umm,

Jenny chin-up and the city picked this in a pent-up letter numbed the stigma
came a spider, sold a (regs) to any buyer
How to shoot a ringer back with six wider than the driver
If you make no on the way to the top rung
There is no handshake club I do not give a fuck
But know the cancers make the olive branches standard
So they extend from the Yatson mansions drop your canons

All kings hang em for the cliffs side dry
Will he clip the zip line or for his final dip dive?
If he live will he survive the milligrams of
They pump into the pin-stripped pentagrams Tinsel-town
Or kill a man who trickled the city with his scissors out
Or sickles, dipped in hells, bells and whistles
Riders to the east, not a wild
Thank you for the peace on earth and milds height

No to high
No too far
No coma too
No tomorrow
No too live
No city too
No too signed
No too guard